Dying vision, my vision is getting worse
Do some big division dividing up all my scores
Quite vicious, we breach 'em through the shore
Shootin' rocks out the slingshot, drinkin' like a norse
I been up for 9 suns; whatchu know about it?
Violence; don't go and fool around it
My push-shove ain't take much to get ignited
I been flyin' from the seat since day one, fuck a co-pilot
Fuck the way I get up every day in damn cycle
Both my eyes bloodshot tired from the night prior
Teeth grind to a point, type vampire
Am I like they say? They seem to love me must be damn liars
Campfire tales, storybook type what they say
State decaying at this pace but at this pace i'm gettin paid, feel me?
Hot sweat, cold sweat, what's the diff?
Bit indifferent at the start, part this shit ain't worth a damn cent
Product of some isolation, take the title of
Break the mirror lookin' at me, if i'm high enough
Introverted to a cripple, but we different bitch
I cut my pinky finger off to flip the middle higher up
Product of some isolation, take the title of
Break the mirror lookin' at me, if i'm high enough
Introverted to a cripple, but we different bitch
I cut my pinky finger off to flip the middle higher up
8 bands, so what? 10 bands, so what?
Fuck the paper mayn, I wanna make my name blow up
That's the old me, I done seen a load of
Pride, greed, try me though I take you out the photo
Take you out the pic, all them lack the focus
This that prime rib, this that new and total
This that fye shit, shit that blew Chernobyl
That's what half my scope is, I ain't at my magnum opus
From the bottom of the grave, jumpin' down and now it's stuck
Spit the nails into the face & nail the coffin shut shut
Not a speck of my respect for all these chicken cutlets
Pull up to the fist fight with a fuckin musket
Lippin' off is like the quickest way to getcha tongue cut
All my listeners some villains, like the Rowdy Rough Bunch
Throw like 80 different liquids in the fuckin' rum punch
Said I had to much to drink, but dawg I blarey drank much
Even quicker to the touch than I am quicker to the bread
I see through you bud, I ask, "Yo can you get it through ya head?"
All these rappers doing stuff they think'll help to make 'em trend
While I can spy it from a mile, the widest eye is through my lens
Die slow see the light now, might just be the end
Light show for you type clowns, firework ya' head
Time today to spray the face a shade of red mayn
And I'm usin' sand paper for the wipe down
You bitches pepper, pepper, pepper
These wannabes are all some pepper, pepper, pepper
This weed I breathe is just some pepper, pepper, pepper
I cannot see through all this pepper, pepper, pepper, pepper
You bitches pepper, pepper, pepper
These wannabes are all some pepper, pepper, pepper
The stress in me is just some pepper, pepper, pepper
I cannot see through all this pepper, pepper, pepper, pepper